To love is to poop

by Jon Ray on December 20, 2008

Pooping or peeing in front of someone (especially, someone of the opposite sex) is one of the weird ways people in our culture can be sure they are comfortable with another person. For the most part, men and women will never relieve themselves in front of each other. They don’t even like to talk about it and this is completely acceptable. But, when you are married to someone, it is expected that eventually you will poop in front of each other, even if people never mention this in their vows. I used to never poop outside of the comfort of my own home, but now I do. Does that mean that I’m becoming more comfortable with myself and the people around me, or have I just stopped caring? I used to be so terrified of pooping with someone else in the same house as me that I would constantly be going out for more “milk” or “beer” or “laundry detergent.” But really, I was just going to poop in an undisclosed location, where no one would be the wiser. I have a friend who successfully fooled her entire fourth grade class that she had a medical condition that caused her to never poop. She told them all she had never in her life pooped and they believed her. Isn’t it weird that the one thing we don’t like to talk about with other people becomes the one thing that we share with those we are truly close to? Think about the people you have pooped or peed in front of at some point in your life. I bet you they are some of your closest friends and loved ones. To love is to poop.

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  • thanks!
  • Lacey
    Poop, by the way, is the funniest word in the English language.
  • i dont know about what this guy above me said. but...

    this entry is awesome.

    i've only pooped in front of girlfriends. lucky them. and i guess guys on my football team in high school because we we didn't have doors on our stalls.

    ...in case you wanted to know.
  • Even better think about the people you've pooped or peed on.... Those are the people I've loved the most in my life.
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